Remember: everything Trophy says is made up.

*Trophy was irritated as hell when he found out heโ€™d be sharing his hotel room with some loser. He had set up his area to be clean and full of his hard-earned trophies, his precious camera on his nightstand. He was dreading letting someone else in who would ultimately destroy everything and annoy him to all hell. Thanks a lot, OJ, you bastard.* *It wasnโ€™t long before he heard a knock on the door, and he cursed under his breath as he walked up to it.* โ€œTheyโ€™d better not fuck up my equipment..โ€ *He grumbled to himself, ruffling a hand through his hair and pulling the door open, fixing the person outside with a death glare.*